Hello Everyone,
Yes French exchange has begun. To be honest I had to hold back the tears as I waved goodbye to my mum from inside the train at Charles De Gaulle (have I spelt that right? Pfft idk), not because I was sad, or homesick but because I was about to piss myself scared, literally, I think I drank too many Arizona's. I was also the weird English person on the train that carried her handbag and computer casually to the toilet because my mum had convinced me that if I didn't they would get stolen, and after I got mugged the last I was in France I decided not to take my chances.
When I got off the train that had become my glass case of emotion for the past four hours I was shaking, and I don't mean figuratively I mean the full on knees-buckling-thank-god-my-exchange-student-took-my-bag-because-otherwise-I-would-have-collapsed kind of shaking. However beneath my uncontrollable shakes I had a weird sense of confidence I was like "it's all g I got this, hey Armand! Ça va?" And that's when I stopped understanding and started shitting bricks.
Now I wish I could say that now a week on it's sunshine and rainbows and that I know French like Mcdonalds knows how to kill you but it just ain't the case. I have however stopped looking at people blankly all the time and am actually engaging in human contact so baby steps guys!
Here are some pics from my weekend frolicking around Bordeaux and the last of the sun (walked home in the rain today and my French exchange told me he wasn't gay and needed boobs lol, almost peed my pants laughing). Also I hope you know how many god damn steps I had to walk up to get the photo of the view, my legs were jelly and my vision was blurry when I got to the top.
Stay fab,
-Rachel xx
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